The Wistful Witness

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The train stopped. Steam hissed. Cold. I stepped onto the platform of Harrowgate. Small town. Industrial. Smoke hung low. Grey. I adjusted my coat. I checked my watch. Tick. Tick. I was early. I was always early. Professional. I walked to the office. Brick. Soot-stained. The bell above the door rang. Ding. Dong. Inside. Dark. Smelled of coal. And old paper. Mr. Vance was there. Old. Thin. He...

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